If there is a fine line
between love and madness
I know I crossed it
when I loved you.

Is breaking your own heart
to protect someone else's.

He was home to her
in a world
that has always felt
like a mighty stranger.

A thousand different scenarios
I build in my head,
laying awake at night,
watching the forlorn sky
and try to conjure up
the reaction you give me
as it finally dawns you.

But the scenarios dissolve
as reality crashes
and it settles in my stomach
like a ton of bricks
that you will always remain oblivious
to what you mean to me.